Astarion doesn't like it. It feels too quiet, with the others around them sleeping and him busy staring idly at the stars, as if they'd reveal all the secrets of the universe to him. It's a little baffling to imagine that he has somehow come this far and finds himself with so many more questions, but the end is in sight. That's what he tells himself when sleep eludes him, unfamiliar in the dark of the night when he is accustomed to being awake and alive.
At least he isn't entirely alone; Godfrey is still awake, for some reason, and nearby, and after a moment and a rather dramatic huff Astarion pushes himself up and waltzes over, all drama and effect as he crosses his arms and watches. ]
Does the sky ever respond when you stare at it?
[ It never does for him, irritating beast that it is. ]
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Astarion doesn't like it. It feels too quiet, with the others around them sleeping and him busy staring idly at the stars, as if they'd reveal all the secrets of the universe to him. It's a little baffling to imagine that he has somehow come this far and finds himself with so many more questions, but the end is in sight. That's what he tells himself when sleep eludes him, unfamiliar in the dark of the night when he is accustomed to being awake and alive.
At least he isn't entirely alone; Godfrey is still awake, for some reason, and nearby, and after a moment and a rather dramatic huff Astarion pushes himself up and waltzes over, all drama and effect as he crosses his arms and watches. ]
Does the sky ever respond when you stare at it?
[ It never does for him, irritating beast that it is. ]